“Excuse me, Miss? I’m afraid this table is reserved,” the waiter said.
“Right now?” the young woman asked.
“Always. Our manager reserves it.”
“Wow. Rich huh?”
“I’m not at liberty to discuss our employees, Miss. Perhaps you would like the table over there...” he gestured to another table.
“You’ve pegged me as poor, haven’t you.”
The waiter looked shocked, “I beg your pardon. I would never presume to speculate on the financial status of our guests. I only mean to keep Mr. Ash’s table free, as he has instructed.
“I see. Is he nice?”
“Is he nice? Is he pleasant to you, good to the staff, a good tipper?”
“I would never gossip about our employees Miss,” he said, obviously uncomfortable.
“Just looking for your opinion, not gossip...”
The waiter stood there looking uncomfortable, then said, “He is a pleasure to work for. May I help you move to another table?”
She looked at him and smiled, “No, but thank you. I am actually waiting for Mr. Ash.”
Just then, Joe Ash arrived. “Lisa! Thanks for meeting with me. Frank, get us some appetizers and make it fast this time!” he glanced at an expensive gold watch, “Lazy sot, you have to stay right on top of these people every minute.”
“Sit down Joe,” Lisa said.
Joe was not at the table when Frank came back with the appetizers. “Would you care for a drink Miss? Mr. Ash usually has scotch.”
“Mr. Ash has left, Frank. What’s your last name?”
Well, Frank Walters, I recently bought this restaurant, and I’m afraid I just fired Mr. Ash. How would you like to train as my new manager?”